Thousands of nameless faces
no light but rather the starless night visible.
Eyes reflecting the glimmering vibrant flames
In the stadium of doom. Once the stadium of life.
Nineteen horses dressed in clothes of red and black
furiously lead the way down an unfamiliar road
for your dark parade.
All the witnesses have arrived.
Heaven, Song, Poetry, and Dance carrying gifts in their hands
came to admire with me
a doomsday for somebody in particular.
Penal fire is the sentence!
The council decides.
On my periphery
I catch Jupiter grinning at me from afar.
-I'm smiling back.
The throne of desolation awaits for you
It won't modify its place or time
without saving
or second chance.
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Andino (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 5th, 2023 22:15
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(there is wisdom, in our levitation
above, vengeance and wrath
realising, it takes much more
energy
to hate.
than to accept and forget
we sadly, are doomed
to navigate paths of confrontation
and unfair, ill-fate
and yet, within us
is all the armoury we require
we, need only appreciate
what a waste of effort it is
to confront or try to change
the ignorant
better, I think
to look past those, shit stains
on the road
scrape the soles of our shoes
as best we can
and move on, to that destiny
awaiting, rewarding
our zest for life
yes
in the short term, maybe we're
enraged
that other's, tainted us with their
pathetic, stink
but
once we find our way back
to that calmness, we call a home
or that glistening shoe shop
we know
we'll be walking in a new pair
of our revitalised, mindset
the moment
we eradicate, those thorns
from our lives
'answer to hate
is not hate
it's indifference')
know thy self to be worthy
of life's, sublime
thus, look upon those that try
to introduce strife
upon your path in life, with
dismissive, disdain...
stay strong! dear Poet
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